Without much effort, Yan Huan got the few answers out of the crazy monk.
"They do serve the Holy Emperor of Wuping," Yan Huan said. "The Auxiliary Guards only obey the orders of the emperor. They go wherever the emperor tells them to kill someone. They are just ordinary lackeys. However, there is one thing that is very strange."
Liu Fuguang raised his eyes, saw him frowning, and whispered: "These things are only vivid memories of ten days."
Liu Fuguang was moved and asked, "What do you mean?"
Yan Huan pondered and said, "It was a very strange feeling. I could see their birthplace, their parents, teachers, and opportunities for cultivation, but these things... were old and decayed, like memories from ancient times. Starting from sixteen days ago, their memories suddenly became vivid."
This is indeed a bizarre sign. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth not only refines the human body, but also the spirit of the cultivator. Since the golden elixir is a perfect state, it is even more difficult and arduous to refine the state of mind. I don't know how many cultivators, who have passed the test of cultivation, still died at the stage of forming the elixir and knocking on the heart.
With such a strong spiritual power, the monks never forget things. Now when Liu Fuguang recalls an afternoon a hundred years ago, he can still clearly remember the scene of the sunset, as if it happened yesterday.
"You mean, these auxiliary guards are only considered truly living spirits for these ten days or so?" Liu Fuguang asked.
Yan Huan thought for a moment, and it was rare for him to be cautious.
"It's too hasty to draw conclusions now. Let's catch a few more and see."
They made such a big scene that the whole city was awakened, at least 99% of it. People came out of their homes one after another. The descendants of the nobles and the rich stood together with the peddlers and hawkers under the extremely clear and soul-stirring night sky, gazing up at the numerous and boundless stars.
"Let's go," Liu Fuguang made up his mind, "We can't find any more information here."
A huge shadow rose into the sky, as black as a dragon, carrying a bit of snow-white starlight. This phantom only appeared for a moment before disappearing into the rosy and brocade-like sky.
Those who witnessed this scene that night all said that an immortal came riding a dragon, fought fiercely with the evil spirit for half the night, and finally saved the people of Wancheng.
"Ah, you mean the city lord?" The Wancheng people touched the back of their heads, puzzled by the question, "The previous city lord? He died of old age a long time ago. Although he didn't have the chance to see such a wonder, he was still a very blessed person."
The night wind was howling, and Liu Fuguang stood on the dark tentacles of thousands of undulating waves. He finally had the heart to take a look at this vast country. The huge mountains were like chess pieces, and the big rivers were like silk threads. Their destination was the capital of Wuping, the heart of the entire empire, and their target was the heart of the heart, the emperor known as the Holy Sect.
"Wait!" Liu Fuguang asked in a deep voice, "What is that?"
The sky was deserted and the ground was covered with a light mist. The night was silent, and a line of burning sparks gradually emerged on the horizon, like a blood-red tide.
"People," the ferocious dragon turned its nine eyes, "all of them are monks."
Along with the burning light, Liu Fuguang could also see the scene below clearly.
—The red snakes howled loudly, chasing each other and flooding the earth. The organized monks were like fishermen riding the waves, driving a blazing sea of fire, swallowing up the city, and covering countless refugees struggling to escape.